Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faust. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.